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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Thursday, July 19th, 2072 – Sarah Glassner – Paradise, WA

I couldn’t help staring at the golden statue of my father standing with his wife, Mary. The larger-than-life edifice rose out of the center of the wildflowers. The statue was well-maintained, and there were dried flowers about its base and melted wax from candles.

“They hold ceremonies here,” I said as Aoifa walked up.

“Yes. When I was ten, my temple pilgrimaged here. On this very night, the young children played until we were tired. After midnight, the priests and priestesses from a dozen temples had an orgy around the statue.”

“So why aren’t any worshipers here?” I asked her. “Second Missionaries speaks of that very holiday. We’re in Glassnerian territory, and there is evidence that they come here, so why aren’t they here?”

“I don’t know,” Aoifa frowned. She glanced over at Chase and Sister Stella for a moment. “Maybe this ritual is different, and only a select few are coming tomorrow.”

“I guess.”

“Come on,” Aoifa smiled, tugging at my arm. “Queenie is making crowns of flowers for us, and our husband is going to take us on this holy ground. Maybe we’ll even conceive a child.”

A smile crossed my lips. “I would love to conceive a child.” One to replace my poor, dead son.

Aoifa took my hand and led me across the field. Reina and Queenie knelt, a crown of flowers about both their heads. Rex stood beside them, naked and hard. He had a nut-brown body covered in compact muscles. My younger brother was a yummy hunk.

Aoifa stripped out of her priestess robes, unveiling her ivory, freckled breasts and cute ass. I couldn’t resist giving her rump a squeeze. I was a lusty woman. I was my father’s daughter. Aoifa giggled and shook her rear as I caressed her, rubbing those perky butt-cheeks into my hand.

“Get naked, Sarah,” Queenie commanded, looking so regal with a crown of flowers and nothing else on her. She had big tits, as large as mine, and her black hair fell down her back in a magnificent braid.

I stripped out of my boots, shirt, and jeans, plopping down amid the grass and wildflowers, the fronds tickling my wet pussy. I giggled as Queenie reached over with her crown, her breasts kissing the flowers.

“I declare you to be Queen Sarah,” Queenie stated in an imperious tone. “Third wife of the mighty Rex Glassner, God-King of Mankind.”

“God-King?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

Rex grinned at me while Reina rolled her eyes.

“He is a God-King,” Aoifa moaned, squirming beside me.

“And I declare you to be Queen Aoifa,” Queenie added, dropping a crown on Aoifa’s flaming locks. “Fourth wife of the mighty Rex Glassner, God-King of Mankind.”

“I am so humbled by this honor, sweet wife.” Aoifa cupped Queenie’s chin and planted a hot kiss on her lips.

“My loving wives,” Rex smiled. “I am here to anoint you and make you Goddesses of Mankind.”

“Oh, thank you,” Reina snorted even as she reached out and grasped his cock. “Is this where you’re going to ‘anoint’ us from?”

“What do you think?” Rex asked.

“That we married the biggest pervert in the world,” Reina moaned and leaned in, sucking on our brother’s cock.

The rest of us joined her, crowding in around Reina. It was tight—our cheeks kept bumping—but we passed his cock around, licking and sucking at his thick cock. We moaned and groaned, tongues dancing over his crown while he stared down at us in delight.

It was so hot. Aoifa was on my left and Queenie on my right, their faces rubbing against mine. I kissed their lips in between nibbles and licks on Rex’s cock. It was so hot. Rex stroked his hand over us as we gave him a four-way blowjob.

My pussy grew so wet, itching in the grass as I squirmed. Aoifa and Queenie’s tits brushed mine. My nipple ached, leaking milk. Rex ran his hands through our hair, brushing our crowns as we pleasured him. He had a huge grin on his face.

“I love you all,” Rex moaned. He shuddered as our lips and tongues caressed the tip of his cock. “You are all amazing.”

“And you’re all right.” Reina giggled.

“All right?” Rex groaned as my tongue danced over his dick.

“Yeah, we might be able to find a better cock out there,” Reina said, then gave a casual flick of her tongue against the side of his dick.

“No, we can’t,” Aoifa insisted. “He’s a God.”

“Thank you,” Rex said, stroking Aoifa’s red curls. “I’m glad one of my wives appreciates my magnificent cock.”

“Maybe we have a brother with a better one out there,” Reina suggested.

“Maybe,” I said and giggled.

“Your sisters are such sluts,” Queenie moaned. She kissed at the tip of his dick. “I don’t want a better cock. Yours is perfect. Maybe you should only bless Aoifa and me.”

“Maybe. At least you two appreciate me.”

“Oh, no,” I gasped, leaning in and tonguing his cock.

“We appreciate you.” Reina sighed. “I’m not sure why?”

Rex arched his eyebrows. “Because you’re a horny slut that’s addicted to my cock.”

“Oh, right.” Reina leaned in and sucked on the tip.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Rex moaned, his hips thrusting forward, pumping his cock deep into Reina’s mouth.

“You’re hogging,” I pouted, pulling the cock from her lips so I could swallow him.

“Yes,” moaned Rex as I sucked on his dick, nursing on him.

Aoifa stole it from me.

We kept taking his cock from each other and playing with it. We sucked it between our lips or nibbled on the spongy surface. Our tongues danced. Rex groaned and shuddered as his precum coated our lips. Drool ran down my chin while my pussy grew hotter and hotter.

The passion swelled in my cunt. My snatch squeezed tight as I sucked on his cock again. Then Reina got it away, her mouth engulfing him with passion. My sister had a naughty glint in her eye before Queenie nudged her away and engulfed him.

“Yes!” Rex groaned. “Oh, damn, yes.”

We moaned and gasped and played with his dick. We sucked and nibbled and teased him. Our hands stroked him and played with his nuts. His face twisted with passion. He growled and groaned, pleasure rippling across his expression.

“Fuck, that’s good!” he growled. “Damn!”

I knew those moans. We all stroked him, pressing our faces together, eager for his anointment. We could feel it building and building, watching the way his face tensed. He sucked in a deep breath, his hands gripping Aoifa’s and Queenie’s heads.

“Take it!” he groaned and erupted.

He sprayed us with cum.

Spurts of pearly jizz splashed across all four of our faces. He coated us with each blast. The salty spunk landed in my open mouth, melting on my tongue. More coated my forehead and cheeks. It ran down the bridge of my nose and my neck. Hot and thick and creamy.

He anointed us in his passion.

“My lord husband!” gasped Aoifa.

“Oh, Rex,” purred Queenie.

We attacked each other. A wild frenzy of licking broke out between us. Our tongues danced and bathed and loved each other. We scooped up cum off each other’s faces. It was so wicked and naughty. My pussy burned, juices dripping down my thighs. I shuddered, my cunt clenching at the heat sweeping through our bodies.

I lapped up jizz off everyone’s faces, savoring that I was his wife. I loved him and my fellow wives. We licked each other clean while our husband watched. Our tongues danced everywhere as we dissolved into a pile of flesh.

Rex joined us.

Somehow, he ended up on top of me. In me. The brother who stood up for me and saved me from that official town and that horrid preacher. My brother’s blue eyes stared down at me with such love and hunger while our three wives writhed around us.

He kissed me hard. His tongue thrust into my mouth. I shuddered as my thighs parted around him. His cock rubbed into my cunt. I groaned, my body aching for him to ram into me. To fill me up with his wonderful, incestuous seed.

“Love her, husband mine,” Queenie moaned.

“Mmm, fuck her, brother mine,” panted Reina. “Pound our sister’s cunt.”

“Oh, yes, my lord husband, her pussy is eager for it,” Aoifa purred.

So eager.

Someone’s hand grabbed his cock and pressed him into my pussy. My nipples beaded with milk as the pleasure rippled through me. My brother slipped his cock into me. I gasped into his lips, writhing beneath him as he filled me with that wonderful cock.

I clung to him as he pumped away. He thrust his dick over and over into my pussy. I felt made just for him, like our father knew we would find each other and unite. I shuddered, clutching to my brother, my sister and two wives moaning around us.

“That’s it,” Reina moaned.

CRACK!

She must have spanked his ass because he growled and rammed his cock deep into my welcoming cunt.

“Fuck our sexy sister! Make her cum on that big dick of yours!”

I shuddered, loving Reina’s words. I humped into him. The grass felt soft on my back. My fingernails clawed his back as he plunged into me. He fucked me hard and fast. He buried over and over into me. It was incredible. I groaned beneath him, shuddering, my toes curling.

My tongue darted to play with his. His cock pounded into me. His balls smacked into my taint, full of his cum. I wanted him to spill in me. I wanted to cum. I ached to have his baby. My brother’s baby growing in my belly.

My pussy clenched down hot around his cock.

Rex broke the kiss and groaned, “Damn, her pussy is almost molten around me.”

“Mmm, she’s our sister,” panted Reina. “What did you expect?”

“Flood her with all your jizz!” moaned Queenie. “Put a baby in her!”

“Yes!” I squealed. “Fill me to the hilt with all that cum, brother!”

“Gladly!” he growled, driving into me and swelling my orgasm.

It grew with every thrust. My body drank in the friction. The intense bliss had me trembling, aching. I was so close to bursting with passion. I groaned, clinging to him. I humped against him, my clit throbbing against his pubic bone.

The sparks came closer and closer to setting my orgasm ablaze. More and more of my milk leaked out. I gasped, my nipples rubbing into his chest, making a delicious mess. I shuddered, my pussy burning around him.

“Rex!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m almost there.”

He rammed into me. Another spark splashed in the molten puddle of my orgasmic passion. He drew back, my pussy clinging to him. He grinned at me, full of his confidence. Then he slammed his dick to the hilt in me. My clit sparked.

My climax blazed.

“Yes, Rex!” I howled, my pussy spasming around him.

The rapturous fires burned through my body. They followed my nerves to my mind. Ecstasy blazed across my thoughts. Darkness rippled on the edges of my vision as I bucked beneath him. I pressed my nipples into his chest as his cock pumped in and out of my writhing twat.

He grunted and groaned, his face twisting with pleasure as the firestorm bunted hotter and hotter inside of me. I gasped and groaned. I trembled beneath him. My fingernails clawed his back as the flames devoured my body, leaving behind ecstasy.

“Cum in me, Rex!” I moaned, my pussy convulsing around him.

“Breed our sister!” Reina moaned.

“Yes, yes, my lord husband!”

“Do it!” Queenie gasped.

“Fuck!” Rex groaned.

He erupted in me.

His spurting cum added more fuel to the blaze. That thick, incestuous jizz had me burning hot. I bucked beneath him as I writhed. My orgasm consumed all my thoughts. Someone was kissing me. Lips gentle. My pussy milked Rex dry, and then he rolled off of me.

Someone devoured my cunt, licking out his cum.

Two lips suckled on my nipple, one feminine and the other Rex’s.

I gasped and moaned, my spouses teasing me. A pussy sat on my mouth. Reina’s. I could tell by the flavor. I licked and lapped at her. I came over and over again. My milk squirted into my spouses’ hungry mouths.

The five of us writhed together. I couldn’t tell where one of us ended and another began. We were just loving each other, Rex’s cock slipping into our holes, flooding us with salty cum, making us scream our heads off.

It was ecstasy that lasted for hours and hours. The sun fell as we made love in the wildflower fields. We were covered in our fluids, gasping, moaning, holding on to each other with a fierceness. We kissed. Licked. Sucked. Fucked.

Rex came over and over and over.

I held them all tight. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but I had one last time with my spouses.

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Friday, July 20th, 2072 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner

The day dawned hot. The power building in the ground swelled with the climbing sun.

And no one came. I frowned as the day slowly ticked by. I stared down the mountainside, waiting for my parents’ worshipers to arrive and perform the ceremony. Sister Stella stood at my side, shifting with agitation.

We could both feel the energy building and building as the day wore on. It pulsed through the air, a vast heartbeat pumping blood to this one spot. It pooled here, eddying and swirling around us. My teeth ground together. My skin felt so taut.

“What is going on?” I demanded.

“I don’t know.” The nun sighed, shaking her head. “You can feel the energy building. Why wouldn’t they be here to take advantage of it?”

“Did we travel all this way for nothing?” I swallowed. My family had almost died crossing through Oregon. It couldn’t have been a waste.

“I had the Ecstasy. The angels spoke in my dream. I don’t understand.” Sister Stella shook her head, her platinum-blonde curls tumbling about her head. Her gray eyes met mine. “I don’t get what’s happening. It is July 20th, right? We didn’t lose track of the days while we were marching?”

“No.” I shuddered as the ground almost groaned beneath my feet. “Feel all that energy beneath us. This has to be the day.”

Reina and Rex walked over to us. Queenie, Aoifa, and Sarah were near the edge of the meadow. I had made them wait over there in case something went wrong. But the twins ignored my orders. I sighed and glanced at them.

“What is taking so long?” Reina demanded. “I thought we were going to see our father.”

“I don’t understand,” I sighed.

Sister Stella took my hand. “Well, I can still take away your power. If you want me to.”

“Yes,” I nodded, trembling beside her. “I want it so badly. Free me.”

Reina bit her lip, but I gave her a reassuring smile. Sister Stella was giving up her power, too. We were going to start our life together. We’d go to Tacoma with the twins and their spouses. We’d be happy there, growing old together. Maybe we’d adopt some kids.

Tears beaded in my eyes. My future finally seemed real to me. I pictured the house I’d share with Sister Stella. It would be white with a red door and have a tree growing in the backyard. We’d decorate the inside with doilies and dolls. We’d make a wonderful life. We’d watch my nieces and nephews grow up, helping Rex and his four wives take care of their children. I knew there would be plenty. They were a horny bunch.

I pictured a family again. A future. It was so close.

“Let’s do it,” I told Sister Stella. “If my parents don’t want to break free, then that’s fine.”

“Good luck.” Reina smiled and hugged me. I held her tight and kissed her on the lips. She broke away, and Rex nodded at me before he led our sister across the field to join his wives.

A shiver ran through me. This excitement roiled through my stomach. Jittery twitches spasmed through my fingers. I glanced at Sister Stella and gave her a tremulous smile. “I’m a little nervous.”

“It’s okay,” she said as she took my hand. Another tremble passed through me. Everything was about to change. “Don’t be scared. You’re in my hands.”

I nodded at the nun. At my lover.

She led me to the center of the field by the statue. Her hands were gentle as they stripped me naked. She caressed my auburn hair and my freckled breasts. Her gray eyes stared into my blues as her touch banished my fears. My breaths grew slower. Her fingers were light and deft as she unbuttoned my shirt and stripped off my boots. She worked down my pants.

“Mmm, you are beautiful,” she said.

I smiled and undressed her. I pulled up her nun’s habit, revealing her barely-budding breasts. I pinched her soft, pink nipples, bringing a moan to her lips. She hardened beneath my touch, her cheeks reddening. I licked my lips then undid her jeans. I shoved them down, exposing her pussy adorned by her pale bush.

“So are you,” I whispered, kneeling before her. I grabbed her hands and pulled her down to me. I stretched out amid the wildflower, her body atop mine, our breasts rubbing together.

“You have to fully trust me,” Sister Stella whispered. “And love me. That’s the only way this will work.”

“I do,” I moaned. “I love you so much. My heart beats for you.”

Sister Stella smiled and kissed me.

The power throbbed beneath us.

I moaned into her kiss, her lips working against mine. Her fingers traced up my side, a teasing stroke that warmed my pussy. My eyes closed while I sank into the pleasure of her touch. Her touch ran along my body, a light touch that teased my skin.

I shuddered. I felt electrified.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter, feeding passion to our kiss. I worked my lips with aggression against her. My nipples brushed hers, bursting with sparks of pleasure. I shuddered beneath her, my toes curling as I whimpered into the kiss.

Her hips shifted as she settled more of her weight on me. I groaned as her hot, wet pussy brushed mine, breasts pressed tight. Her bush tickled the folds of my twat. Pleasure rippled through our bodies. I thrust my tongue into her mouth as our clits kissed.

My nipples tingled as they stroked across her small mounds.

She felt so hot and delicious atop me.

My hand wandered as we tribbed together. Our pussies brushed. I stroked down her supple back, loving the feel of her silky skin. My heart pounded faster and faster. Our tongues dueled as her fingers caressed my sides.

My hands cupped her ass. My fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her harder against my pussy. Our clits pressed hard. Sparks burst through my cunt. I whimpered into the kiss, my passion mounting with every second.

I shuddered. I loved tribbing her.

Our tongues danced through each other’s mouths as we writhed and humped each other.

We loved each other.

Our musk joined the sweet scent of the flowers. A gentle breeze wafted through the meadow. My heart beat for joy. This was such a romantic spot. I would marry Sister Stella here. We would be together forever—just like my parents.

Sister Stella broke the kiss. “Can you feel the passion building between us?” She ground her clit hard into mind. “The rapture?”

“Yes,” I moaned as my body trembled.

“The closer you come to orgasming, the closer our souls will become.” The nun stroked my cheek, her hips undulating and grinding her hot pussy against mine. I matched her, writhing on my back. “Do not hesitate to open your soul to me and invite me in. Only then can I free you.”

“Okay,” I moaned, lost to her gray eyes. They were so beautiful.

“Let me feel your love for me.” She slid down my body, her hard nipples brushing my stomach as her lips nibbled up the swell of my breasts. “Let me hear how much you love me. Give me all your passion and trust.”

“I am! I love you, Stella!”

Her gray eyes twinkled like stars as she engulfed my nipple.

I shuddered as the jolts of delight firing down from my nub fed the pleasure building in my cunt. I humped my pussy into her stomach as she sucked and licked and played with my nipple. My body trembled on the field of wildflowers.

Her fingers kept stroking my flesh as she nursed at me. Her fingertips teased me as her lips and tongue played with my aching nipple. I caressed her platinum-blonde hair. It was so light; it was almost white. My hips humped, grinding my hot pussy on her stomach, my clit shuddering in delight.

“That’s it,” she purred when she popped her lips off my nipple. “Mmm, yes.”

I shuddered as she kissed toward my other nipple. “Stella!”

“I can feel your trust,” she moaned, rubbing her face into my left tit’s slope. She licked up it, coming closer to my nipple. “I love you so much, Chase. I will set you free.”

“Yes!” I moaned as she engulfed my left nipple.

The flowers waved around us as the breeze blew. I sucked in deep breaths, savoring their perfume mixed with our excited musk. Sister Stella made love to my nipple. She sucked and nibbled, swirling her tongue about the sensitive nub. She gave me every pleasure she knew.

Her hands slid up and down my body as she suckled. She rubbed at my thighs and caressed my side. Everywhere she touched me sparked with radiant pleasure. Her mouth sucked harder at my nipple. She moaned in delight, her passion humming around my nub.

“Stella!” I groaned. “Oh, yes, I love you.”

Her gray eyes flashed with delight.

She kissed downward next, leaving my breasts behind. She licked at the underside of my boob, then smooched towards my stomach. I groaned, squirming, my pussy on fire. I needed to cum so much. To unite my soul with hers.

“Yes!” I gasped. My pussy blazed with passion.

The energy hummed through me. A charge attracted us. My soul began to crack inside me, opening up to her. The passion fissured me. I trembled, yearning to be filled with her. She kissed past my bellybutton, going lower and lower.

“You smell so delicious,” purred the nun as she neared my pussy. “I could drown for eternity in this scent.”

“My love, you will!” I groaned as she kissed down my pubic mound. “Stella!”

She took her first lick through my pussy.

Her tongue was so agile as it danced across my folds. She teased my labia. I whimpered, squirming on the ground as the pleasure surged through me. I humped against her face as she drank my juices. I gasped and moaned, my pleasure growing.

I was about to be free of the damned power Tina and Doug foisted on me all those years ago.

Sister Stella’s fingers rubbed at my clit as her tongue swirled through my pussy. She nibbled on my labia. My hips bucked from the stimulation. I ground my pussy on her face as the passion built faster and faster.

I moaned and shuddered. Her fingers rubbed harder and faster on my clit, stirring pleasure through me. My orgasm swelled faster and faster. My soul widened. It was incredible. Her tongue knew just where to touch me.

“That’s it!” the nun moaned, her eyes almost shining silver as the energy swelled between us. She slid her fingers to my pussy and rubbed at my clit. “Open your soul to me. Surrender fully. And I will free you, my love.”

“Yes!” I screamed, my hips bucking against her naughty digits. My orgasm grew inside of me, a pressure that would explode out of me. I was so close. My soul cracked open more, almost yawning wide.

“Surrender to me!” she moaned, her fingers flying over my clit.

“I love you, Stella!” I screamed as my orgasm crashed through me. My body shuddered as the delight burned through me.

My soul opened.

And something dark, foul, and treacherous reached into me and seized the golden power. Sister Stella’s eyes blazed like a thousand stars as pain exploded through me. It wasn’t her love that filled me. It was greed.

Greed for the power I possessed.

“No!” I howled as the realization sunk in. In that moment, I could feel who she was. A liar. She had never loved me. She had never been a nun. She had always been a demon. A dark soul cloaked in beauty and light.

“Yes!” Stella cackled, her face twisted with greed into something ugly as she ripped at the golden power held deep in my vulnerable, open soul.

“Who… are… you…?” I sobbed as I struggled to fight against her. My heart was crushed by betrayal. The entire trip was a lie. She baited me here so she could ravage my soul and take what she wanted from me.

“Astarte, Queen of Heaven,” moaned Stella. “I will again rule.”

I screamed in agony as my treacherous lover raped my soul.

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Queenie Glassner

Chase screamed, and not in pleasure.

The world rippled and grew dark. Stars burst across the blue sky as night suddenly fell upon us, snuffing out the day. A great terror gripped me. I hugged myself as Chase spasmed and convulsed in agony.

“It’s Astarte!” I cried out in fear, my fever dreams coming back to me. “She’s hurting Chase.”

“That fucking bitch!” Rex snarled, rising beside me.

“Stop!” Aoifa shouted.

Rex froze, glancing at our red-haired wife. She strode before us, her eyes glowing silver. “You cannot interfere with the Queen of Heaven.”

“Aoifa?” I gasped in shock.

Rex marched to Aoifa. “What is wrong with you? Why are your eyes silver?”

“You cannot interfere. Astarte shall gain the power to rule the world. Your choices are simple. Serve her or die.”

I shuddered at the clinical words spilling from Aoifa’s lips. They didn’t sound like her at all. “She did something to you,” I gasped. “Sister Stella cast a spell on you when she exorcised your powers.”

“She never exorcised my powers,” Aoifa answered. “She showed me the truth. I have been given powers.”

“She’s killing my sister!” Rex snarled. “Your religion’s holy daughter. You can’t stand here and do nothing.”

“Owr!” Aoifa snarled, and suddenly, a bright light burst before Rex. I screamed in shock as he stumbled back into Reina’s arms. She barely held him up as he groaned.

“You fucking bitch!” Reina snarled.

“I don’t get this,” Sarah gaped. “You love the Gods. Why would you help Astarte?”

Chase screamed again. Stars seemed to shine about Astarte as she knelt over my sister-in-law.

“Sarah’s right,” I said. “You love the living gods. You’re not a servant of Astarte. You wouldn’t betray your family. We love you. You have to fight.”

Rex groaned behind me. I moved closer, my body trembling. Aoifa stared at me with her silvery eyes. I couldn’t see her pupils. She looked so strange and monstrous now.

“I love you. We all love you. So fight and come back to us.” I grabbed her arm and brought her hand to my breast. “Feel my heart beating. It beats with love for four people. Including you, Aoifa.”

The silver dwindled in her eyes, flickering out for a moment, her emerald irises appearing. And then she screamed, and the silver came back. “Yashen!”

Power struck me. I was suddenly so sleepy. I stumbled back, and unconsciousness crashed over me.

* * *

Chasity “Chase” Glassner

“No!” I screamed as Astarte raped my soul.

Tears poured out of my eyes. I sobbed and moaned as she struggled to rip the golden light from my body. Sister Stella’s face stared down at me, but there was no tender love there any longer. I spasmed as the pain flooded me. It beat through my body. Her foul touch was in my soul, polluting me.

“Get out of me!” I screamed.

“But you opened yourself up to me,” Astarte purred in haughty delight. She savored my pain as she rooted through my soul. “You shared your wonderful love with me.”

“You lied to me! You tricked me, you fucking bitch!”

“And you were so eager to believe me. So desperate to be loved by anyone. I barely had to seduce you. You were begging to crawl into my bed. You are as much a whore as your mother.”

“How are you even out of Hell?” I screamed, struggling to push her out of me, but I had lowered all my defenses.

I welcomed her into my heart.

“I never went to Hell.” Triumph shone on her face. “I am the Queen of Heaven. I am the mother of Prophecy. I knew Lucifer’s plan would never work. I used the Ghost of Paris to prepare my vessel. When your father killed me, my soul went into my vessel. This body. I lived quietly in Paris, Texas, biding my time, waiting for your parents’ pathetic reign to end.

“I really must thank you, Chase. You did so much for me when you killed them. And when I have your power, I shall rule the entire world.”

“No!” I sobbed. “Help me! Someone, please!”

“Your siblings can’t help. Aoifa’s mine. She was so easy to dominate when I pretended to exorcise her.”

Astarte wrenched at the golden power and tore some of it away from me. She was stronger than me. Only my anger at her betrayal kept me from giving up. I wasn’t about to let this treacherous bitch win.

“Shadow!” I screamed.

“Is that what your little demon is called?” Astarte purred. “Wherever did you collect him?”

Shadow answered my call. Hope beat in my heart as he materialized behind Astarte. His tentacles writhed from his bestial body. His coal-red eyes burned with love for me. At least his affections were true.

With a snarl, Shadow’s tentacles launched at Astarte’s back. Black, ropy tendrils wrapped around the demoness, squeezing and trying to crush her body. Shadow tried to pull her off of me, but she resisted. Her metaphysical hands kept tearing away more and more of my golden power. Shadow clawed at the field of wildflowers as he backed away, trying to haul her off of me. He kept going back, his tentacles stretching.

Astarte wouldn’t budge.

“You can do it, my love!” I roared.

“You love this foul beast?” snorted Astarte. “You are a whore. Does your pussy love to be ravaged by his demonic tentacles?”

“Fuck you!” I snarled.

“Done that. You’re not nearly as good a lay as you think you are.”

Shadow howled as he kept straining to pull the demoness off of me. Astarte didn’t even seem to care. She kept ripping at my soul. I shuddered in pain. I wasn’t about to let her beat me. I just had to hold on until Shadow saved me.

His tentacles tore in half, leaving black ichor spraying across the flowers. My demonic lover sprang back, tumbling across the ground as he howled in pain.

“No!” I cried.

Astarte wiggled out of his severed tentacles. Her silvery eyes bore into mine as she reached deeper into my soul. I screamed as she ripped more of the golden power away from me. The pain shook my body. My bones throbbed in agony.

I howled with Shadow.

But my demonic lover wasn’t out of the fight. He gained his feet, snarling with rage. He lunged forward, jaw snapping. He could engulf most of Astarte’s slim body in a single gulp. He leaped, landed before us, and bit.

His jaw crushed down on the demoness. Silver energy burst from her body.

Shadow vanished in starry light, his body disintegrated. Dark motes drifted around us. One fell on my lips—a final kiss.

“No!” I sobbed in horror. More grief filled me. “Shadow!”

My grip on the golden power slipped. Astarte shuddered as she ripped it from me. Her body blazed in golden light. The demoness rose in triumph. I had doomed the world. I had been seduced by a pretty face and the promise of liberation.

I had been tricked again.

* * *

Mary Glassner – The Abyss

Tears ran down my cheek as I watched my daughter’s agony.

“It’s finally time,” my husband whispered, his blue eyes swimming with pain. “We knew there would be a price.”

I nodded my head and looked at Reina. I touched her mind the way I had so many times before. She had been prepared for this moment. Her and her brother both. I seized Reina’s soul in my hand as Mark seized Rex’s.

* * *

Rex Glassner – Paradise, WA

I struggled to stand up, stunned by Aoifa’s spell when she cast a second. Anger boiled in me as a great, languishing sleep suddenly fell upon me. I tried to fight it, clutching onto my anger at Sister Stella or whomever that bitch really was.

Aoifa was my wife, and that bitch had fucked with her.

But Aoifa’s spell was too strong. I couldn’t fight it. I sank into sleep.

Everything was gray. There was mist roiling about my feet. I frowned, looking around. I thought I had fallen asleep, and yet I felt so awake. But there was nothing here. Just this endless fog and—

“Hello, son.”

The masculine voice startled me. I jumped and whirled about. A man stood facing me, tall, with dark hair and piercing, blue eyes. He was fit and well-dressed in a black suit. I recognized him from the nearby statue.

“Father?”

“Yep,” the man nodded, a boyish grin spreading across his face. “I am Mark Glassner.”

That voice was familiar. I blinked. It was the sound of my subconscious. “You’ve been talking to me all my life.”

“I have. I’ve been nudging you while Mary has been nudging your sister. Teaching you a few things. I know your women appreciated them.”

“What is going on?” I looked around at the gray. “Where are we?”

“Your soul. Your mother made a Pact with me and Mary. It allows us to touch you and your sister’s souls in a more direct manner.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

“Isabella was a fervent worshiper. Young and eager.” The smile on my father’s lips grew. “So eager. Your mother was lithe in our bed when I took her virginity. She was the last virgin I slept with.”

“And?” I was growing impatient. My wife Aoifa was possessed, and Chase was being killed by some demon pretending to be Sister Stella.

“And she was the perfect tool to save Chase.” His smile fell. “Mary and I messed up. We didn’t give our daughter what she needed. And then she was tricked into killing us. It broke her soul, but because of that damned holy power inside her, she couldn’t die. So Mary and I, along with a few of our servants, had to find a way to free her and keep her spirits up. You and your sister were perfect.”

A chill passed through me. “Did you know my mother would die?”

“Yes.”

I flinched.

“I know. I’m a bastard. I did far worse to save Mary once. And I would do far worse to save Chase.”

“But… but…” I sputtered. “My mother worshiped you.”

“And she was eager to pay the price. She believed we were gods. She would have done anything for us.”

“You’re a goddamn asshole!” I clenched my fist. “Fuck you!”

“Your mother died, and she received her reward. She is with us in Hell, perfectly happy. She watches you and your sister. She’s patiently waiting to meet you. It’ll be a while, son. But one day, you and Reina will meet her. But that’s beside the point. Mary and I gambled everything on getting Chase here with Astarte.”

I gaped at him. “You knew that nun was Astarte?”

“How else were we going to free our daughter from the power?” My father sighed. “I know Chase is in pain right now, but she’ll be free of it. Liberated to live how she chooses.”

“By letting that demoness kill her?”

“That’s up to you. Mary and I manipulated everything to this point. We put Aoifa in your path both to heal Queenie and so she could fall under Astarte’s spell. I needed her to put you to sleep at this very moment so we could talk.”

“Aoifa summoned you to save her town,” I growled. “You could have saved it.”

My father shrugged. “My daughter was more important than a few thousand people’s lives. They’re happy down in Hell. We reward our followers. We’re not like the demons. We don’t torture and prey upon them in Hell. It’s really a much nicer place than it used to be.”

“You just don’t give a fucking damn about any of them up here?” I roared.

“Nope. We were kicked out of this world. We found a better place.” He sighed. “But that’s not why I’m here. Chase will be consumed by Astarte. She won’t die; she’ll be turned into the demoness’s slave. You all will. So let me possess your body for about thirty minutes, and I’ll stop Astarte, restore Aoifa to normal, and save Chase.”

“And if I tell you to go fuck yourself?”

“Then you and everyone you love will be tortured by Astarte.”

I shivered, horrified by how calm he said it. I could hear the truth in his words. “It doesn’t sound like much of a choice.”

“No. Like I said, I’m a bastard. I’ve manipulated you your entire life for this one moment.” A smile crossed his lips. “But I encouraged you to have a lot of fun.”

I ground my teeth. “I fucking hate you.”

My father just looked at me with those blue eyes.

“Fine. Possess me. Save my family, bastard.”

“We have a Pact.”

* * *

Astarte

The power filled me. All my planning for the last eighteen years had worked. My rituals had gathered all the power at Paradise, and Chase had been stupid enough to believe my lies. My demons ringed the field. They had feasted for days, killing all of Mark and Mary’s stupid, deluded followers who sought to worship here.

I didn’t want any interference.

Chase sobbed beneath me. She was such a beautiful specimen. I would make her my chief concubine. She would rule at my side, forever my degraded slave. How her parents would howl and gnash their teeth in Hell as I despoiled their children.

I would find every one of Mark’s bastards in the world. I would make them all love me.

“We’ve been looking for you, Astarte.”

I spun about. The twins stepped through my radiance. Their clothes dissolved away, consumed by my silvery light, but not their flesh. I narrowed my eyes. There was something different about them. They moved with power.

“Who are you two really?” I asked.

Rex smiled. It was boyish. I recognized that expression. An angry hiss escaped my lips.

“You hid under our noses for years,” Mary said through Reina’s mouth.

I spat at the whore, “How are you possessing their bodies?”

“Astarte, we have your powers and Lucifer’s powers. We have all the powers of Hell.” Mark shook his head. “You made a mistake when you incarnated as a human. You have a thread. We’ve nudged your destiny for the last eighteen years. Did you really think this was your plan?”

“I have the power of Heaven, stolen from your daughter! I will rule the world.”

Mark, possessing Rex, shook his head. “Not enough of the power of Heaven. Not enough to stand up against us.”

“We have a place prepared for you, Astarte,” Mary purred through Reina’s voice. “We owe you for the pain you inflicted on our daughter.”

“You broke her heart.” Mark’s words crackled around me. Power hummed in the air. “You broke my baby girl’s heart.”

I screamed in pain.

* * *

Chasity “Chase” Glassner

I blinked my eyes as the silvery radiance died. The woman I had loved fell dead to the ground at the feet of Rex and Reina. I stared at the twins in shock, confusion filled my mind.

“What is going on?” I coughed. My body still ached.

“We set you free,” Rex said. But there was something in his tone. Something in his eyes. An expression I hadn’t seen in years. Two decades.

“D-daddy?” My voice quivered.

“Yes.” He smiled as he knelt down beside me and took my hand.

“I’m here, too,” Mother said through Reina’s voice.

“I… don’t…”

“The twins will explain,” Father said. “They’re not happy with us.”

I swallowed. “You didn’t hurt them?”

“Only emotionally.”

“Is this… your plan? Are you and Mom back? Are you… going to conquer the world again?”

“We’re not back. We never were coming back.” My mother caressed my face with Reina’s hand. “We’re done with this world. The Creator cheats. He will never let any power rule it forever. We were merely allowed to conquer it so the Creator could demonstrate just how powerful he is. We have found a better place.”

“I don’t understand. You always wanted to rule the world.”

“We ruled the world, and all it did was drive you away.” Father shone through Rex’s eyes. “We failed you, Chase.”

“We’re so sorry.” Tears misted Reina’s eyes. For a moment, they were almost green. “We were selfish. We didn’t want to give up our power. I always thought you’d understand one day. That you would come back.”

“I did…” My hand remembered clenching the knife. The tears built in the corners of my eyes. “I… I’m so sorry for killing you.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Father, through Rex, squeezed my hand. “We love you, Chase. We’ve set you free of the Creator’s power. You are free to live how you want.”

“We’ll wait for you,” Mother added with a warm smile.

“We have to go. We’ve stolen Rex and Reina’s bodies for too long.”

“Daddy!” I sobbed. “Please, stay.”

Rex’s expression changed. It hardened with anger. “The bastard’s gone.”

“So it worked?” Reina whispered.

“I guess,” I swallowed. The power was gone. I was liberated from it. “What happened?”

“Our father is a bastard,” Rex repeated.

“Your parents manipulated everything, even Astarte, to this one moment so you could be free. They love you a lot.”

“You’re all they love,” Rex muttered.

Reina sighed. “Rex. They love us, too. They made sure we were happy. They gave us three great women to love.”

“We found them on our own.”

Reina shook her head. “Mary explained it to me. They made sure we would save Sarah from her torture, they rescued Aoifa from being killed by the Christians so we’d meet her, and they made sure Queenie would live by giving Aoifa healing powers. They wanted us to be happy, too.”

I hugged the twins. “I’m free,” I whispered. “And they forgave me.” I sobbed into their arms as Queenie, Sarah, and Aoifa joined us.

I was finally free.

Epilogue: A Hug

Saturday, March 19th, 2075 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Tacoma, WA

I penned the last sentence of my autobiography. I wiped the tip of the quill off on a rag and caped my jar of ink. I stood up from the writing desk, my hand trembling. My story was told. The twins would see it published, and Sarah would treasure it.

Nothing was left to hold me to this world. It was time to move on. It was time to see the rest of my family. The twins would grieve. But they would move on. They had Sarah, Queenie, and Aoifa, and soon they would have their own children to love. Queenie and Sarah would soon give birth, and Aoifa’s pregnancy was coming along. Even Reina had finally conceived—she had been getting worried.

I walked out of the house into the quiet of the night and marched through the streets of Tacoma.

My family was happy here. The twins and Sarah were demigods, and they enjoyed the worship—and Rex enjoyed the women—that came with such august ranks. Tacoma, like the rest of the state, was still faithful. The last bastions of Glassnerians left in, perhaps, the world.

It was still dark, though the approaching dawn lightened the horizon. It felt wonderful to walk free of any burdens. I smiled, savoring the icy air on my cheeks, the gravel crunching beneath my feet, the soft rustle of leaves in the trees. My steps grew lighter, my smile broader. I skipped. I felt like a child again instead of a weary, old woman trapped in a girl’s body.

My auburn hair flowed behind me as I began to run, my laughs following after me.

I was free.

I reached the Narrows Bridge. The vast, metal frame still survived, the cables arching from the cliff’s edge to the distant towers. No one used it to cross any longer. Huge patches of the concrete bed had fallen into the Puget Sound far below. I walked along the steel girder, the green paint faded and splotched by red rust. The wind howled, whipping at my hair as I reached the center. The Puget Sound rippled below, driven by the fierce gusts.

I climbed over the railing and looked down at the dark waters.

“I’m coming home,” I whispered.

I spread out my arms and fell forward.

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into Darkness.

The Darkness gave way to light.

Grass tickled my cheek. Sunlight warmed my body. I blinked in surprise as I pushed myself up. The grass was so green, so vibrant. My eyes widened when I realized where I was—the mansion. The home I had grown up in. People surrounded me. The maids and bodyguards, the sluts, my siblings and grandparents, all the people I had killed that day.

They all had welcoming smiles.

A dark form, a shadowy demon, prowled on the edges, his eyes on me. I smiled at my demonic lover. Then I beamed at the rest of my family. I knew one day, the twins, Sarah, and Aoifa would join me. But they deserved to live their lives first.

Then my father and mother stood over me, tears running down their cheeks.

“Daddy?” I whispered as I rose.

He hugged me in a crushing embrace. This time I didn’t stab him with a dagger. This time I hugged him back.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered as the tears poured down my cheeks.

“I know.”

Mommy hugged us both. I savored the embrace of my parents. I was finally home. I had been lost for so very, very long.

* * *

Reina Glassner

I came downstairs, rubbing at my stomach. Morning sickness was not fun. A sob drew my attention. It came from Chase’s study. I padded across the floor and peered inside. The very pregnant Sarah sat at Chase’s desk, staring at our sister’s book.

“She finished it?” I asked, tears beading my eyes.

Sarah nodded.

My sister was free. I didn’t want her to leave us, but I understood. This world only held memories of all the pain she had suffered. She would be happier with our father.

We would all see Chase again. But not for many years.

Sarah opened the book to the first page. She had been eager to read it, but now her hand trembled. Sarah cleared her voice and read, “My name is Chasity Alberta Glassner, the Tyrants’ daughter. I write these words down so my motivations will not be lost to time, and so there will be no confusion, speculation, or misunderstanding about my actions.”

The End

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